Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long wrapping them up in tape
Me, I make sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck playin

Yall niggas like leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag burn that up and get it outta here
think, yall goin from heaven to hell?
Yall goin nowhere

But in the same on the same dirty ground
And I dont how you livin it up
I even got dead shiverin up
You can bet, I come you up
Them bust guns just to make niggas run by me

I squeeze with one eye and one closed and focus
The one is at the tip of the nose
it blows, yall so called pimps die hoes
Dont bite or flows, just air mark
with a finger, have yall wanted in dead park

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think mean?
Same that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a scream
Was to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need
Im a customer, I snatch your

Soldier, cross over, knock on my
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the populations
Im causing early
you blast last when Im firing
Dyin in the you lyin in

Went from the house to the raw house
To tryin to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You dont my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your the same color
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
These water pistols, they shoot many missiles
And when I set em off, they scar your bones to the

Only I knew how it was come
Put up in your baby mom, for your son
Im everyone

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up and [unverified] gook
Poof, me gone, I pray for the death of my
I worked up and hugged her and told her that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen in the ring
Crown me king, I spit the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the love of my
Then she ran out and dumped me, and pump me

Came home, of course as the of my throne
Back to Roleys, to smokin bones with Coley
My demo was than a lot of yall records
Bed rocked ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered quick for dough
Hit em up fast, watched them die extra
I lock when I come through with the blue tops
Smokin a ooh, whop, with all glocks

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

See now, it go, yall got it
The Coast, West Coast collabo
Warren G doin it with my niggas from the Ruff
Eve, my drag-on
Yeah, thats how we doin it, like that for
In the 99